Jeyna runs as fast as she can towards the colors of their sabers, rain stinging her face in sheets as she keeps slipping on the drenched ground. Lightning illuminates the scene for her in brief flashes as she approaches, beginning to make out the dark figures of Luke and Ben. Behind them are what looks like piles of rubble.

The wind is loud, but above it she can hear the sound of their weapons, especially when she watches the red of Ben's lightsaber come screaming downwards in a powerful stroke. Luke's green saber catches it at the last moment, and she gasps as she sees Ben's shadowed form sent tumbling backward, thrown sideways from the force.

Jeyna slides as the ground beneath her pitches sharply, and she barely recovers her balance. She throws herself forward just as recklessly, but pays slightly more attention to her footing.

She's close to enough to see it more clearly when Ben throws himself at Luke again, all brute force and rage. Luke dodges and evades the blows gracefully, until one particularly savage strike from Ben forces him to block.

The lightsabers spark angrily where they meet, the beams hissing as they appear to grate on one another. The twin beams inch closer and closer towards Luke, Ben forcing them towards the older man.

She can feel it, suddenly, battling amongst the two as they are locked together. There is a secondary storm, within the force, being tugged between them. It surges erratically towards Ben, long enough for Luke to spin out of the way as he loses the competition of sheer strength. Ben's saber comes down mere centimeters from Luke's shoulder as he ducks away again.

"Stop this, Ben!" Luke shouts over the thunder. Jeyna skids to a stop as close as she dares to get, cowering back as she hears the scream of fury come from Ben.

"You betrayed me!" he shouts. A huge chunk of stone comes flying from the pile of rocks beyond Luke, directly for his head.

Luke holds his hand up, and she gasps as the rock is obliterated, into thousands of tiny bits of stone. They part, flying past him on either side to shower into the ground. "I did," Luke acknowledges. From what she can make out, his face looks bizarrely calm given the situation.

"What do you want!?" Ben demands. When the electricity arcs across the sky above, she can see his shoulders heaving. "Do you want to drag me from the darkness, back to the light? Do you want to save me, now? You're too late!"

She cringes at the way his yelling seems to rattle the very ground beneath her feet, energy pounding her eardrums with his deep voice. His connection to the force lets his emotions shake the world, and her reality.

"It is too late. You don't need saving," Luke says calmly. Jeyna breathes sharply as he deactivates his saber, dropping the handle from his grip. She loses sight of it as it tumbles to the ground.

"Because I was born for this? Born for the fall?" Ben rants. She notices his weapon stays lit, despite Luke's apparent refusal to continue the fight. But he doesn't advance further, his stance crumpling out of the aggressive fighting position. "You were all just waiting for it."

"You're right," Luke agrees. "I failed you. I made a mistake that night. I thought you had fallen, because I'd been waiting for it all along. My fear clouded my judgment, and I paid for it by losing my padawan. My nephew."

Ben staggers backwards from Luke, retreating as if he can physically escape the words. "Some things that are lost, can't be found again," he says. Jeyna can barely hear him over the wind, his voice sounding broken. Her heart pangs in sympathy as she knows he is in pain seeing Luke.

"And yet she found you, Ben. Hidden beneath Kylo Ren," Luke says. At his words, Ben jerks towards her, noticing for the first time that she's joined them. The red lightsaber deactivates. "You can't ignore the call to the light. I feel it in you. It's been there all along, hasn't it?" Luke pushes.

Ben doesn't answer him, staring at her. She feels the connection between them waver back into existence, senses him testing her timidly, as if wary of rejection. She welcomes his presence in her mind, the familiarity of it soothing her nerves after the chaos of the last several hours.

"There is something else you need to know," Luke says, breaking the moment between them. Jeyna tears her gaze away from Ben to look questioningly at the former Jedi. "You didn't kill them that night, Ben. It wasn't you."

She feels the overwhelming shock and relief travel through the bond, flowing into her. He had believed, she realizes, for all these years that he had killed Luke's other padawans. She detects the last stubborn tendrils of anger ease out of his mind at the announcement.

Ben drops to his knees, letting go of the handle of his volatile saber at long last. Jeyna crosses the remaining distance between them, joining him kneeling in the mud. It hardly matters, they're both soaked through with cold rain anyway. His hair hangs dripping into his face, and hers is doing the same.

He holds her in a steady gaze, face strobing with the light of the storm still carrying on around them. He seems content to not speak, and she feels the exhaustion ebbing outwards from him. Yet there is a current that builds larger between them, locking their energies together in the force. It feels like a union. He leans closer to press his lips to hers in a promising kiss.

It's interrupted when Luke gives a disgusted groan. "I would say get a room, but you've wrecked all but one of my huts."

Jeyna backs away from Ben's beautiful face to look at the piles of rubble. All she can see are hunks of rock, but apparently they had recently constituted dwellings. Ben moves, and she senses the burst of pain he experiences as if it's her own shoulder screaming in agony. He blocks it quickly, but she's already searching his recent wound. There's a fresh dark stain spilling from beneath the Bacta patch, and though it is too dark to tell, she can only assume it is blood.

"You've reinjured yourself," she says with alarm.

"Probably ripped the wound back open," Luke remarks, coming closer. He makes as if to offer his hand to help his nephew up, but Ben stands on his own. Jeyna feels the awkward tension settle between them as Ben backs away from his uncle.

Luke glances between them before sighing, the noise drowned out halfway through by a clap of thunder. "I know we aren't on exactly the same side of this. But that doesn't mean we have to be against each other, either," he says finally. "If you're done trying to kill me, I've had it with this storm."

Jeyna watches as he retreats up the hill, and she makes out a dome-like hut in the distance. Is that where he's been living all these years? Did the mystery of the fate of Luke Skywalker boil down to a lonely stone hut on an island? The Jedi, or former Jedi, is much different than she'd ever imagined a Jedi would be.

Ship MedBay

She fights back shivers, clenching her jaw to stop the chattering of her teeth as she resorts to cutting the rest of Ben's top off. It's stuck to his skin with the rain, and she doesn't want him opening the wound up anymore trying to twist the shirt off.

He watches her as she works, still not saying anything. His quiet worries her, and she hopes he is okay after everything Luke said. At the very least, his anger has subsided. But she's having a hard time reading his emotions otherwise, as he stays distant to shield his pain from their bond.

Jeyna gets to work on repeating the steps to treat his shoulder injury, trying to ignore the tempting sight of him shirtless. His chest and shoulders are impossibly broad, his arms muscled, and she ends up chewing her lip as she chastises herself for ogling him while he's injured.

"You're distracted," Ben remarks quietly. Her hand brushes his skin when she applies the new Bacta patch, and he adds, "And ice cold. You need to get out of those wet clothes."

"I will as soon as I'm done with you," she assures him. When she finishes, she makes to stand, but he reaches out.

"Wait," he says softly. His fingertips graze her cheek, and she feels a tingling warmth spread there for just a moment. When it fades, she raises her hand to her skin, and realizes he's healed her small injuries.

"Can you do that for HK, too?" she asks doubtfully.

"That might take a bit more work," he admits.

"Why did you disable it?"

"I didn't wake up in the best of moods," Ben says. She watches him rub his eyes, and is reminded of a sleepy toddler.

"Let's try to find some dry clothes and get some sleep," Jeyna suggests.

"There will be some in the dormitory," he says, getting up off the lab table to lead her from the small room. She trails behind him down the narrow metal corridor.

"Did you look already?" she asks in confusion.

"No. This is my father's ship."

Jeyna hadn't been expecting that, and she doesn't comment immediately as she processes. They reach the dormitory, and she follows him into the space, suddenly paying much more attention to the details.

He approaches a set of lockers that have been modified to serve as a wardrobe, pulling them open and shuffling through the contents. She gratefully accepts the change of clothes he offers, before realizing they're women's clothing. Are they Leia's? And is the dark shirt he's gingerly pulling overhead his father's? Han? She feels off kilter trying to picture his parents in the space, imagining what his father might look like. She wonders if he has many memories on the ship.

Jeyna gets changed, leaving her boots to dry next to Ben's. He's already laid down on one of the oversized bunks, the dormitory designed more for long-term stay. Her mind is still working, but she resists the urge to ask him questions for now. His eyes are closed, and she assumes he must be drained from all of the fighting and his injuries.

"You're thinking a lot," he remarks, peeking at her from under his dark lashes.

"I'm sorry…"

"Come here," he orders, scooting over on the bunk to make space for her. She lays by his uninjured side, curling up in the space under his arm. His body heat immediately warms her, and she feels oddly content given the stresses they've endured recently.

"One question," he says, pulling her tighter against him.

"What?"

"You get one question. Then I'm helping you sleep, so I can sleep," Ben explains.

"What do you mean, helping me sleep? You can put me to sleep?" Jeyna demands, intrigued. "Wait, have you done that before?" She wriggles to look up at his face.

"Is that your one question?" he checks. She sees the corners of his lips jerk, as if he's restraining a small grin.

"No, that's not fair. I should get a question separate from that," she complains. "You have, haven't you?"

He doesn't answer, which she assumes is confirmation. She struggles to pin down exactly when he's done it before, wondering if she would have noticed if she were aware it was something he could do.

"Your brain never turns off," he comments after a few moments. "I tried so hard to not listen at first."

"I'm sorry. That sounds annoying," Jeyna replies, tucking her face into his shirt. She lets her eyes fall closed, attempting to calm her thoughts for his sake.

"No, it's okay. I could block it, if I wanted to. But every time I tried to on Kashyyyk, I'd get curious what I was missing," he says, voice barely above a sleepy whisper.

"I don't think you'd be missing much," she reassures him jokingly.

"I would've missed you thinking about me in the shower," Ben retorts. Her face blushes hot as she realizes that long ago slip up hadn't been missed. "You still have one question," he reminds her.

Jeyna barely has to think before she asks it. "Are your memories on this ship mostly good or mostly bad?" When she feels his body tense next to her, she regrets blurting it out. She should have picked something else, something less loaded. She opens her mouth to take it back, or to change the subject, when she feels him relax again.

"Mostly good," Ben says quietly. She smiles with relief, once more trying to picture him on the ship as a small child. What had he been like as a boy? She remembers Leia mentioning he'd been sweet. Had he been adventurous, as well, with a smuggler for a father? Or had he taken after his mother more, a former princess and diplomat?

Jeyna realizes she's still letting her thoughts carry on unchecked, and they're most likely keeping Ben awake. She tries to stop, but wonders if he's comfortable. Is he in pain? Does he need anything for it? He'd hide the pain regardless, but she wonders if she should offer to get him something to ease any discomfort.

"Sleep, Jeyna," he whispers. She hears the command echoed in her mind, sleep creeping into her consciousness with the comforting familiarity of his presence. Her head relaxes onto his shoulder as she drifts off.